I am waiting to get on the bus, which stops beside the hospital, when an elderly gentleman approaches the bus driver. He is wearing a very small pair of shorts, a shirt with the lower buttons undone, a pair of slippers and carrying a walking stick.
Customer: Are you going to Gas Hill?
Bus driver: Where is that? I drive the route, but don’t know th street names
Customer: Are you joking? How can you not know where Gas Hill is?
Bus driver: I’m not from Norwich. Where is Gas Hill? I might go close to it
Customer: Don’t worry – I’m not going anywhere with you, mate!
He shouts this last bit, and walks off in a huff. The bus driver and I stare at each other.
Bus driver (to everyone waiting to board): Does anyone know where Gas Hill is?
No one did